Abraham Lexington: The Devil In The Deck

Chapter 3: A Done Deal

Wesley J. Thoma's: pov
January 2th/9:23am/somewhere in London at Abraham's Place

With an heavy yawn I awoke, rubbing my eyes and sitting up in bed; it wasn't until I actually opened my eyes that I discovered that the tall man, from last night, was standing at the door of the bedroom.

And then I gasped "what is this?" I asked setting off into an instant panic, "did you drug me?" I questioned, impugning last night's little endevour. "Yes, you did, didn't you, you sick bastard!"

"Wait!" Said he, the man, Abraham, launching forward towards me; "let me explain."

"Explain, no, there is nothing to explain!" I refused, rejecting his touch, as I leapt from bed onto my feet. "Stay away from me!"

"Thomas, wait!" He cried aplombly, reaching for me, just as I went shooting out of the bedroom's door. "Thomas, would you please just listen to me!"

"No!" I cried, inclemently, rushing for the front door, before suddenly being snagged up from my feet into an homemade booby trap. "Abraham, get me down!"

"Is that an order, Captain?" Asked the tall mad man, Abraham; just leaning against the bedroom's door posts smirking smugly, as I hung wrestling to get free. "Is it?"

"Yes, yes, it is!" cried I, vehemently thrashing around to get down from the ceiling; though the man, Abraham, just stood cackling teasingly, "get me down! Now!"

"No."

"No, you'd better let me go or I swear..." I begun screwing up my face."

"Or you'll what? You're up there, I'm down here...now tell me, soldier, who seems to have the better avantage...hmm?"

"Piss off!"

"Language language language."

"Don't bloody tell me about language, you bastard! Language is much need here, and lots of it to! Now get me down!"

"Not until you listen to what I have to say." Purposed the man, Abraham, immutable, stepping towards where I hung and stopping, dead; "now tell me Soldier, can you do that?"

"It seems so, seeing I'm obviously unable to do anything else." I answered vehemently, ceasing my attempt to get free. "Just talk, okay!"

"Last night, I made your bond, did I not?" Questioned he, Abraham, consummatly, crossing his hands behind his back arrogantly.

"Y-yes, so?" I answered phlegmatically, scowling my brows down at him, as he started to pacing back and fourth across the floor under me.

"So, I made your bond, you were let go, which for, you currently still owe me; and don't say, I didn't ask you to, cause you didn't tell me not to."

"Well, why would I? I didn't want to spend a night in jail."

"And at the bar, last night,  you were going through your wallet, as well as your pockets, only to, moments later, curse and hang your head."

"Yes, so. I didn't have anymore cash on me." I replied combatively, scowling my brows hard at him.

"Precisely, which is why I've come to the conclusion that you must be broke...or nearing it."

My eyes narrowed in protest, but mostly embarrassment, "I'm not broke!" I spat out defensively, my face flustering redder then an rose when it's reached it's maturity, "i'm just on a tight budget."